I am cloud

This isn't a volcano top
It's my navel
And inside
Blisters hot lava
Bring your lips to the smoke
And drink me up
Later
When you sit, legs folded, in meditation
I'll lick your red hot throat

The hummingbird hangs
On my parted lips
Relentlessly
It goes on
Catch it between your fingers
And push it in
Break it's neck like a twig

My skin folds and piles
And from between my breasts
They arise
Marching in a line
One after the other
Little ants
Queen deprived
Blow on them
And don't be gentle
Turn them in to a heap
On my thighs

The hyenas they eat my guts
Their ears all pricked up
They think me dead
Till the moment I sit up
As they scramble away
I am left hollow inside
Hunt them down for me
Cut them up
Before they digest my intestines

In this magic show
I am levitating
My hair hangs above the ground
Master is feeling me up
His hands caress my behind
Do your trick
Make him disappear
And one by one
Let the curtains fall

Look at me
I am floating no more
I am cotton candy
I am cloud

My love
Till the ground
Scatter the seeds
Erect the scarecrow
Watch the birds shit in fright
And one morning
The cloud will be alive
Thunder and lightning
And grey grey skies
Then it will rain, all night

With the first drop
That hits the ground
Will spring forth our fragrance
And I'll be in your arms
Biting your lips
Till they bleed
With all my might
while it rains, all night








Artwork by Shailendra Sahu

:(

I found an old poem today
I had written it years back
On this very day

This day that never ends
The night that never descends 

How long will I live in that afternoon
How long will it take for me to flip the calendar

Why is it that I don't feel time
Why does it still feel like today
That day
and when I crack jokes
My hands turn heavy
They weigh me down
I laugh
And sink in to the ground

I doubt if I will ever see night to that day, today
I doubt if I will ever recover

Have you ever had a day like that,
That changed you forever?
But
In the afternoon of that day
You felt warm and safe
You had no clue what was to follow
And you whipped out your pen
And made some rhymes
Two years later
You are still in that room
Still in that hollow

Only now you know you died that day
Every last breath snuffed out of you
And only now you know that you are waiting
In this purgatory
That is going to be the rest of your life
Only now you know what it feels like
To be wronged by a right

One day I will set fire to myself
I will protest
I want that day to end
Night to come
Stars to shine
Moon to wane
And a new morning
But
I know deep inside
In the new morning
My scars will shine bright
So bright
And then what will I do?
When everyone will see me
My pain in plain sight

If
If ever
That day ends
And night befalls
I shall be ashes
I shall be soot
Before the dawn
I will be long long gone

You Lucky Bastard

I am a cheap bukowski
A watered down version of thee
Wait, who am I kidding
Men who I have fallen for
Never have been in love with me

But poem after poem
I am throwing my hands up
Desperately
No
I am not drowning
I am stretching me

Man after man
Word after word
Rhyme after Rhyme
I turn in to a cheap bukowski

Remember when I abused you
And called you an asshole
(Which you are)
For turning your women in to couplets
Now
Be a decent man
At least try to be
And don't hold that against me

Because soon
I shall outnumber your women
With men
Who for some weird reason
Could never love me
I mean can you believe that!
You on the other hand
Went in
Came out
Of love
Every time
Every fucking time
They loved you back
You lucky bastard
Or that's what you would have me believe

You fucked your women
And then again in your poems
And here I am
Pathetic
Pathetically
Weaving serenades
To anyone
Who half looks at me

You had your cup full
So you spit in your metaphors
And I am all empty
Metaphors spitting on me

Divine intervention
That's what I need
Or maybe just another
Bad ass Mo Fo
To not love me

I am getting there
I'll beat your score
Wait for me
Bukowski
Bukowski
You lucky dog
With bitches too many 

Full of Empty

Blow on the glass
I'll appear
In your warm breath
Because empty is a process
And not a state
If you ask me

I sit behind a veil
You see only outlines
If you raised your hand to touch me
Putting your hand in an empty jar
That's how it would be

Empty like an empty drawer
Like a tree, birds all flown away
Or like an old factory,
Rusted and flooded

empty like the moon
And empty like the soundless space
Like an eye in flesh that can't see

If you enter me

You will arrive
On a platform
Where the train never comes
The wind though
Creeps in
And echoes that hollow sound
That makes desolate feel empty

You can take a walk in me
A deserted Street in the afternoon
Or the centre of a rainforest
That's me
Full of empty

If you breathe me in
I will be that tiny bubble of air
Travelling in thick blood
to your heart
Carrying my own little empty
To your soul
And I guess you know
What will happen
When I reach

I am a long montage
Without music of course
Of all the empty spaces
Ever shown in cinema
And all that you can do
Is watch me
Watch me
Me
Empty